Perfect

Avatar Author: BARomero I am Home Again... Was a Ficleteer... Then a Protagonizt... Still a Protagonizt, but feeling very Ficly once again... Read Bio

It was all going to be perfect.

They sat in the waiting room. He scanned the photos on the wall. These weren’t the whining and poop machines he’d considered them most of his adult life. They were angels, all perfect angels, and soon they would have one of their own.

They were called into the exam room. Some questions were asked, her weight and blood pressure was taken.

“One twenty over eighty. Perfect!”

They were led into another room, the one they had anticipated since they made the appointment.

“Ready to see your baby?” someone asked.

A scanner was over her body. Images came up on a screen on the wall. Their excitement was perfectly palpable.

“This dark area is the placental sac, and this circle is the yolk sac.” It was a perfect circle, of course. And just below the circle was the bean, which in actuality was the size of a raspberry, but on the monitor looked so huge. The bean looked perfect.

And it was lying perfectly still.

“I’m sorry,” they heard, “but I can’t detect a heartbeat.”

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Comments (4 so far!)

  1. Avatar Sir Bic

    Heartrending.

    The eagerness of the new parents to see their baby is presented well. I like the coming to terms with his baby being a superior “angelic” model of a ‘pooping machine’. Perfectly palpable is a nice way to describe extraordinary excitement.

  2. Avatar BARomero

    Fixed the formatting error (cutting and pasting from Word).

  3. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    awww.. so sad. :(

  4. Avatar Wednesday [PJ] ((LoA))

    Oh so painful. I’ve witnessed this a few time. It really is one of the saddest forms of loss.